So many years have passed after I left my home town for studying physics. I still remember how it was beautiful and idyllic but I don’t feel nostalgia so much today. Many things I loved have been missed. I cannot see small green creeks anymore. I cannot take a traditional snack at in front of a small sleazy shop.
When I was a kid at school, paddy fields were one of my favorite playgrounds. I used to catch a lot of water insects in summer and learned many things. Perfectly dry fields after rice reaping was the best place to test a model airplane, where nobody complained about its dangerous flights. In wintertime, it was easy to make it a skating rink. All I needed to do was just to spray water on it with my naughty friends.
This is not a kind of nostalgia but sort of a reflection.